Oh.. sub ways of human.. destination not kind.. all
aboard the underground train.. with no light
of sun.. or night of moon.. dwellers
are they who run on rat
tracks so long..
never finding
Spring or even
Winter of
cold
and Frozen
Well..:)

The voice trains restrain refrains
of yesterday’s ways.. where folks
will spend life stories.. instead
of iPhone ways.. so sad
it is to lose the
train connection
of life.. but hives
of tracks abound
above.. online
re-
tracked..:)

Ah.. the chained boredom of trains.. one car after another
in straight row lines.. coupled together perfectly
without a rail out of line.. oh to move
outside the tracks
of life
is a mystery
too untold
to
un-
fold..:)

Trains.. symbols of anxiety killers..
so perfect aligned.. nothing
out of place.. the
Universe is
a Flower
and a Train
is a stick..
to escape
the train
is to become
Uni-verse of Life
in more than one
direction.. without
a stick in the other
direction up and
not down.. stuck..:)

A sound of train such a sad refrain.. echoing past
an illusion of not present.. prevalent
on a Winter’s day.. in grey shade
way.. the air is empty
and all is left
is a song
of yesterday..
cold and old
THAT sound of Loco
haunts me years then
without a soul.. and heArt
ironically in sadly enough.. But Now..
i never notice that Sound in west town way..
funny how the ‘little’ things of life sound
so loud.. when there is nothing
left
but
howling wind
of whistling
trains gone
by..:)

Destiny is
clear in tracks
of train.. in fact..
pre-destination
is the rule
of LOCO motives
without a clue..
aboard the
imaginary train
of mind and body
balance i go..
no tracks.. rails..
just all aboard.. to
go wHerever is now..:)

Yeah.. take a track
to nowhere
before
it is
too late..:)

Oh.. only those of unlucky we.. never
travel on a train of different
to see eyes of those
who ride another
path to survive
in life of now..
humanity
unique
with
urine
smells
alike hidden
for some and
existing for others..:)

Oh.. crowded subways.. flesh presses
against flesh.. but distance..
is never further
in existence..:)

The male train.. no male..
just train.. one destination
straight ahead.. no goal
but to get there..
a whistle.. a device..
to sound an
alarm of
male..
trains..:)

The slow lament
in whistle of train
knows only past
and that is sad..:)

Oh.. the routine of polishing
trains.. knows no love
like the work of man..:)

Ah.. a father and a train
in best alike.. predictable
always tHere.. when
they are needed
most..:)

Oh the irony of life.. really.. where burning to death
is a KIND of option over life.. in taking others
too.. burning to death is no fun.. on trains
or not.. at home or at work..
i feel myself wondering
just how bad
the pain
before
the suicide
is.. in
considering
it before..
literally as such..
alone of course..
so there is some
empathy tHere
as well.. in
a human place
burning worse
than fire alive
as death
as life..:)

Interestingly enough and
not surprisingly too much..
cultures that are homogenous
gather to together more close
in harmony than heterogeneous
cultures that only see differences among
human race.. a sad but not so hidden
truth that people who are alike
are more likely
to help
each
other..:)

Oh.. visitor of only passerby of trains..
watcher of TV.. and so many
other vicarious human ways..
to avoid being human..
sadder than the
last
caboose..:)

Ah.. to count the chains of train way
for nothing more than existing
well now.. is a meditation of
trains.. and perhaps
awakening
trains
of thought
in mind and
body balance..:)

Ha! the moment you wake up from sleep
and it ALL makes even MORE sense..
and YOU Laugh
like
a Frigging Runaway
Train with the skills
of a
surgeon.. ‘THIS’
place needs
an enema
and you
are just
the surgeon
for it..
Bigger Smiles..
and Yes.. Love you
even
more.. AND
i will continue
to offer my assistance
on the bigger trail of tracks AS
Once I am just K and M
and then i gain an F
AND before that
just F.. AND..
but life can be more
fun online
as just
K and M..
and yeah..
if i ever become
just a K and M
again.. i will
do something like
THIS AGAIN!..:)
And haHE! it might
even make a great
P H of D
isser
tat
ion
one
day! JUST
for P and H!..;)
Prediction.. almost
everyone will think
this is off the wall
except
for you..
but that
prediction already
comes true..too.. well
off the tracks of train surgeons..:) ~p

No.. actually i did not miss your point at all..
adding points is an art of mind i partake in often..
poetically as a course of nature.. and LITERALLY
living with the suicide disease for 66 months..
worse than actual crucifixion.. as reported by science..
named type two trigeminal neuralgia.. like teeth being drilled
without novocaine in my right eye and ear.. and sorry for providing
these details.. again.. as i’m sure you’ve heard them before by now..
but in real FLESH AND BLOOD PAIN life even with those details
people still wouldn’t believe the TRUTH OF THAT.. EVEN
MY frigging closest family members.. they insisted
Jesus had it worse than me.. my mother even
bought a book about Jesus’ crucifixion
to prove me wrong.. until she goes to
the page that clearly states that TN
is worse pain than crucifixion
and even after that.. she still will
not yield to the truth
of my reality in real hell..
so yeah..
i learn to self advocate..
to survive my friend
and make that art as well..:)

IT was more than obvious to me though..
but anyway.. that slow lament of sadness and joy
is part of what saved me every single second
from suicide in the memories of the gift
of blessings in life i am truly gifted
with before a life of ‘JOB’..
so no.. i do NOT miss your
point.. at ALL..:)

i lived it every second for
66 months or so.. smiles..
I don’t do poetry for ease..
my friend.. i do it for ART
and to continue
to grow my heart..
my soul.. my spirit..
as i treasure that knowing
and feeling and NOT FEELING
what it’s like to truly live
in REAL HELL WITH NONE OF THAT..
smiles.. again.. and have a great
now friend with sweet memories
and the present of life..:)

before shooting blank bullets and that’s how i
FEEL ABOUT that AND LEARN my lessons in life as well..
now and then.. with smiles..
honesty
and
sincerity.. friend…
of the tracks of whatever..
with smiles..:)
Fred..:)

Ha! Thanks for sharing..
Almost all and more of that
is pArt of my P of L..
Good to get off Grid
and better to be
off grid
when on
grid and
that’s
my 11..;(:);

Ah.. the hope the
comfort of mass transportation
of horses and steam engines alike..
oh the sitting the talking still of some delight..
oh the separation.. the machines of terminator
heart.. soul.. and spirit.. disconnecting
human trains of Love
into phones
of
distance..
away from
Loving
Trains
of comfort..
choo choo
away
the
Love..:)

Ah.. an outcast is a color of togetherness..
that warm flow of knowing separation is often
the greatest inspiration of living love of all..
that warm look of knowing.. FEELING
what is inside is what counts..
and love and courage flows outward in
eyes and not
just skin.. trains of sameness are
not trains i for one will ride..
the diversity in color
in all shades of hues
in grey and purple
roses is how
i feel the
love
US ALL..:)

I need not look at your
words as you are human
and your face shows
all the strength
and LOVE
i need
to know..
and FEEL..
truly a sickness
of online is people
who never show
their faces.. as i too..
am a faceless human being
too.. before.. now i show my
FULL colors from
head to
toe to
soul
of
eyes..:)
You are whole
and that is more
than most
of
US..
online
or
OFF!

And if anyone comes
here today and claims
yOurs is not a train..
i will vouch
write
now
that you
are a train
to me!..:)

“That’s” what marriages are arranged..
for.. most anyway.. through human history..
economics.. everyone in the know of marriage
feels that.. less.. AND less.. most.. anyway..
after several decades.. without friendship..
marriage will not last.. it’s truly cheaper
and more EFFECTIVE AND AFFECTIVE
to be friends…
and why i’m only
gonna do it once..
as friends..

AND with that
i’ll add another song..
after the ‘Love’ is Gone..
ya gotta be friends.. or at
least economic partners for
survival to make it work..
a Herculean Effort IS Truly Love
with or without the wild thing baby..
that is usually only wild at first..
after all as in all stuff human..
diversity is the truth and
spice of life!.. even if
it stays just in
imagination and fantasy..
and maybe i’ll add another song..
for the greatest truth of life..
to dream real.. and make imagination
real in creativity.. is to be
more FULLY alive! and REAL!..:)

I do not have to go to see the
new Pixar movie Inside Outside..
as i already live that truth..
BUT i go anyway just for fun..
i am the only 55 year old dude
that goes in while wife stays home..
but hey.. i still retain.. the eyes of an
imaginative and creative child!.. or shall i say..
i regain them now.. yes i shall! the truth will s
et Ya free!.. even if one is married.. he!heR!..;)

And the reason i visit ‘here’… is.. this is one
of the only places on the Milton Internet part
of the Information highway that this comment
will NOT LIKELY pass outside the milky..
duh.. way.. of red state local
fundamental thoughts..
with nary a feeling
of Truth to back it UP!..:)

OK.. Ashe.. that’s all the
Fredisms for the day.. and shared music..
i’ve got more STUFF TO DO.. TO get around
and around wherever this Love food and stuff train goes next!..;)

OMG! Mass Transportation Trains of moving human LIFE
are driving me insane.. but oh.. no longer a commute
of car for me to work again..
oUch! before.. the farmers
and foragers.. swirl around
the field of gathering hunts..
in feats of feet so
strong and light
to move across
skeyes in human
light.. what mass
transportation
brings it takes
away.. ’cause and
effect.. what is
greater
is most
often
less and
what is less
is often besTEST
STUFF of ALL ReAlly
ENcouraging Ways
of LOVING LIFE OFF
THE TRAIN OF
CULTURES IN
DARK
DISMAYing
WAYS
on sidewalk
TRACK..:)

The reality of war and trains and vagabonds of warriors same..
common bonds of purpose surviving always
make one race of human being kind..:)

Ah.. what will we read on the travels and tracks
of life.. what will we see alive or dead in life..
how will we feel.. reaching destination
without books.. or tools.. of us…
who are we.. but trains
alive or dead
in life..
Trains are fun..:)

A Train.. a Ride to City of Dreams..
Dreams.. a City that Never
Rides a Train..
Alive..:)

1918

With another HA!
as always.. X
marks
JUST
the right
SPOT
ON AND
OFF THE bigger
tracks
of Life.. and
Rocks never
hurt me..
real Rocks
live
in hell.. sadly
enough.. and
oh.. i wanna
release them
and melt
them
into
posies..
with Unicorn
Horns..:)

Good morning Sanaa Rizvi.. thanks for those kind words
of appreciation.. and hope your train tracks float
effortlessly over
Rainbows
in Kind
and Courage..:)

Yes.. X.. he does hit ONE
out of the park
my friend Bill
but without you
as home
base now
home
runs
are not
poss
I
ble..;)

Oh yes.. Glenn.. i have that affinity for literally living with trains throughout my earlier life on river front ways of loving nature.. and trains are a singular purpose of reliability then.. that are so predictable and magnificent to young eyes.. where special effects of movies do not yet rule.. or even TV’s at all until later towards school.. when black and white first comes for us..

Ah.. the imagination of those train tracks over that river then.. i can still remember imagining Brutus from Popeye.. living under the tracks in dark structures supporting the bridge of train tracks.. just waiting to bully Olive Oil and Popeye.. i suppose a projection of my early life as well.. when school years do.. finally arrive.. thanks so much Glenn.. and my ways of writing come and go.. here and there wherever my tracks of life swirl.. in freedom ways of expressing that..

And i promise the other much longer way of Epic Free verse poetic posting.. with all the rest.. of what i motivate and am inspired to do.. when Thursday open link sings a longer tune with me..

Thanks so much for all the nice words of encouragement and appreciation for what i do here today.. and see ya later friend.. with a nice choo choo.. away.. for now.. and back again.. over course.. on course.. steaming train ways of living on and off the tracks…:)

Well.. my friend.. i will be completely Frank OR FRED WITH YOU.. AS IT WERE as it is haha.. with you.. at this point.. NOW.. and tell you this.. it is my firm belief.. faith.. and trust that every human being that is living in this plane of THIS existence now on earth IS assigned missions and purposes in life to find AND EXECUTE IN ART AND REASON with the Force of All THAT IS AKA GOD.. my current mission and purpose is to provide both definition and evidence for the existence of ALL NATURAL GOD and share that with the world.. with the clear understanding that whatever fruition eventually arises out of my totAlly unpaid and 365/7 efforts for the rest of my lifetime may not BE fully realized by me in this lifetime.. but hey.. i stand on shoulders of giants who ALREADY DO that.. including a grain of sand.. IN FLYING ‘JONATHAN LIVINGSTON’ COLORS..so i have this bliss of knowing AND FEELING just how rewarding it is to be a humble and all giving servant AKA INSTRUMENT of GOD..

What I do here is not for the short term.. technology is behind the bell curve
of what allows humans to define and prove the existence of GOD in
all natural ‘terms’ of God’s language of synchronicity.. and with
human beings.. 60 to 93% of language either poetic in
metaphor of meaning for symbolism in
nonverbal human language
and or GOD’s language
as expressed in
the rest of nature
is often best presented
in images rather than words..
so what i have to do here.. is gain
a balance and trust in all the places i
go..’dust my sandals’ off and keep my
chin up in the places i am told to
go away.. but most importantly
find ways to stay.. and maintain
my personal life-long covenant
to be an Instrument of GOD
utilizing all the tools
of culture.. and
not worry
when
Technology ONE NOW
will catch up with GOD..
THAT is above my pay-grade..
i just do what i am told..
in God’s way of
communicating
of course
in poetic
expression(S)..
‘morEver’.. in highest
expressions of human
dance that brings more
information about
GOD IN FEELING
THAN
words ever
will.. alonG of
course with
sunsets and the
rising SUN AsWell
as Tsunamis of Love
and Trains
of
courage..
But foremost
and most importantLY
here in our communication
is that i appreciate your
kind words of
respecting
the wisdom
of
what
i do ‘hear’..
at least
in words
my
friend..:)
One day Science
and Technology
with catch up
with US..
and other
folks too..
given enough
nows of the
NOW
of
GOD..
with smiles..
and winks..
and laughs
of course that
fully color the human
poetic expression of life
including sunsets and sunrises
AND IMAGES OF US in eyes
of GOD Alive as NOW..:)
FULLY FROM HEAD TO
TOE.. AS GOD IS
NOT SHY
NOR THOSE
WHO SERVE
GOD
FULLY..
LUKE WARM
AND COLD
AND I AM
HOT MY
FRIEND..
MY
PRACTICE
NOW
IS
TO
BE THE HOTTEST..
AND IF GOD ASKS
ME TO BE A ‘JOB’
OR A ‘DEVIL’
AGAIN.. AS GOD
ALREADY DOES..
I WILL OBEY
AS ALWAYS
AND DO
WHAT
I
AM
‘TOLD’.. AND
THAT my friend is the
lesson of a train FLOWER that
swirls around something
like 14.5 billion years
and much
much more
in terms
of Infinity
of evermore
spreading tracks
in all directions
in 11 dimensions AND
MORE IN REAL AS NOW..:)

Ah.. Victoria.. the question of the ages.. ‘why do we feel the need to chase what is not yet here yet’.. The answer is in Nature.. the lies are in culture.. and truly humans in written language are the source of great stuff.. and misery beyond words.. i am blessed not to speak until age 4.. finding the simple truth that GOD is Now as ALL of Nature at age 3.. and i am now forevermore now.. all there is.. is now.. and yes.. school.. starts to take that away.. eventually a philosophy class brings it back to me.. on walking desolate beaches of youth.. with only Nature.. where past and present.. good and evil.. do not exist anywhere but in human words of culture’s selfish and jealous actions moving beyond the Independent Relationship of All That IS AKA GOD EXISTENCE NOW..
and Work takes it away again.. in what feels like lifetimes to me..

WORDS ARE THE ILLUSION.. NATURE IS REALITY..
AND WORDS ARE THE ILLUSION THAT IS REAL AS WELL..
REFLECTING SMALL PaRts of Nature here and tHere..
the saddest part is getting lost away from now..
but the reality of that too.. is memory can
save a person’s life when escaping
now of pain beyond burning Hell..
there is no good.. no evil..
All THAT IS IS NOW
and we sow
what we reap..
and call THAT
good
and evil as
real as
real gets
too.. in
Trains of
Life that
never meet
in JOy..:)

i say play..
with GOD..
i JOY..
iNTRAIN
OF DANCING DELiGHT!
Come PLAY WITH ME!
INSOULTRAINSOFNOW!..:)

Ah.. the mythological Ninja appears on dVerse once.. twice.. thrice.. and more times now as chameleon.. and truly to successfully help in changing the world one must become chameleon AKA HUMAN NINJA in MULTI- colors to avoid banning
and the more historical
painful ways of
getting burned at
the stake.. crucifixion
stockade HEAD chopping..
ISIS SWORDS AND etc..
banning
is relatively
painless but
freedom of expression is
the greAtest freedom that allows
humans to spread Truth and Light..
oh the new age of loving and banning
is so less
painful now!..;)
Clever as a Fox
Strong as Lion..
Sweet as a Dove
And Creative
as Jonathan Livingston
Seagull is what we are together..
and if i AM a girl.. AGAIN PLAYING
THAT NINJA ROLE.. TOO.. IN INTERNET
LAND AS KATIE MIA.. without the
more masculine word FREDERICK..
i will probably.. be WILLOW SLOAN..
GOD THAT REMINDS ME
OF FERRIS BEULLER’S DAY OFF!
soundS a lot like you now.. my friend..
Loving Courage in Creativity has no
Gender.. no Color.. no Nationality..
no Creed..
GOD is Free
and so
ARE WE!..;)
OH MY GOD.. I JUST REALIZE
SOMETHING NOW.. THAT YOU
BRING IT TO MY MIND..
MY YOUNGER MAN DREAM
OF BEING LIKE FERRIS
BEULLER.. IN FLESH AND BLOOD
LIFE AT EASE.. AND LOVED BY
THE CROWDS SLIPPING OUT OF SH88T
WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE.. IS NOW
ME TOO! DAM IT’S GOOD TO BE FERRIS
LIKE WHEELS AT THE FAIR I AM.. BUT
MY WIFE TELLS MY DANCE GIRL friends..
you wouldn’t wanna be married to Disney
World.. it’s fun to visit.. but oh boy those rides
are so tiring.. that you just wanna frigging
get away
and
SHOP FOR A LIVING!
ANYWAY.. I wish for a virgin
girl back in my Catholic YOUTH
boy days.. who will retain HER
youth forever.. so as usual
GOD answers my
most desiring OF
prayers and
Voila
now i am
still with KATRINA
25 YEARS LATER..
THE ETERNAL PURE
VIRGIN.. AND THAT’S
ENOUGH
ON THAT!..;)
CHOO CHOO.. IT’S
TIME TO GET AWAY
FROM E-LAND
AND GO
WORK ALL OF THIS
OUT.. AT MY MILITARY
GYM.. FOR THREE HOURS
OR SO.. BUT AS MY MAN
ARNOLD SAYS.. AS USUAL
I’LL BE BACK..

With likely some new phrases too..
but i always pay careful attention
to my P’S and Q’s.. as what
is written DOES OFTEN
BECOME WHAT
IS DONE!..:)

P.S.

MY Practice
is to be
a
Cosmic
DJ..;)

So let it be written…

Drum roll..

Truly this selection
has haunted me since
its introduction by
ELO and is a song
in final spark
that
brings
me back..:)

And AS
Synchronicity
will have it
in the
description
of the YouTube
Video.. R2D2
from ‘outer
space’ is
yes; you
guessed it;
NAMED
FRED..;)

THANKS GOD..
I’M
STILL
HERE..:)!
JUMPING
WITH JOY
FOR MY
LIFE THAT
IS STILL
MY GREATEST
GIFT!
VISIONS
OF SNOOPY
ROAR THROUGH
MY
HEAD…
ENDING
WITH
KATY
PERRY!..:)
AND
FIREWORK!..:)
!!!!!!!!!!!11!

NOT SURE WHAT
THE ELEVEN
IS FOR
BUT
IT
FOL
LOWS
ME
II..:)

Ha yes.. thanks so much Claudia.. the dentist tells me my locomotive grill is looking stronger than ever.. and then he tells me i have a winning smile.. in so many similar words.. there just ain’t nothing quite like.. a kind and complimentary dentist.. like that for even older trains like me.. but ooh the track still feels so smooth.. smoother than ever in FacT!..:)

Good point. Yes, of course conservatives and liberals can be creative; it is a spectrum of human as in all stuff HUMAN life. In GENERAL, LIBERALS are more creative; and that CAN be correlated with repressed human sensuality, overall, as a social norm associated with fundamentalism in religion AND PATRIARCHAL RULES OF CULTURAL LIFE, overall.

In general; again in GENERAL; CONSERVATIVE FOLKS create to control.

In general; again in GENERAL; LIBERAL FOLKS create to connect.

And of course that is not surprising as the Ted Talk I linked indicated Liberals are more likely to be risk taking extraverted exploring ROVING connectors of life; while conservatives are more likely to be cautious introverted home, work, and or church SITTING controllers of life.

The ‘psychopathic’ version of a conservative is perhaps the most dangerous as they control for power as they have little to no EMOTIONAL/AFFECTIVE empathy; whereas, the ’empathic’ version of a conservative controls over unease in life overall; also known as anxiety/fear related feelings in not feeling comfortable enough in their own skin TO BRANCH OUT.

AND NO; I DID not need a textbook or a study to FEEL and KNOW any of this IN REAL FLESH AND BLOOD LIFE; I’ve literally dealt with close to 100K folks in real life dealing with the general public in the military sector of federal service over a quarter of a century in both work and social related interaction; I’ve empirically assessed it with both cognitive and affective empathy; and this has always been crystal clear to me; before empirical measures of actual so-called science confirm my all innate, instinctual and intuitive wisdom about THIS..:)

Human common sense has always been the best innate instinctual and intuitive science; also known as the wisdom of cognitive and affective empathy mixed with reason gained in real flesh and blood life experience.

The school life has always failed in providing proper education on emotional and physical intelligence in imaginative and creative ways of doing that; And no wonder, as the controllers of life are most often the one’s who set up the rules AND regulations of life; as they would rather rule and control than to freely explore.

But of course this site as assessed by the huge (in numbers of participation) informal poll that Fnord created (before it was edited) shows a fascinating distribution of Briggs Meyers personality traits for this Internet site where 95% of the participants here assess themselves as Introverts.

I am an extreme Introvert; truly only coming here as a result of physical illness and shut-in permanent disability where this is my last resort to attempt to connect to other human beings. And the truth is I only connected to myself in writing as this is overall, one of the worst places in the world to connect to others in actual reciprocal social communication in actually emotionally bonding with other folks in expressing actual caring for other individuals in verbal expression.

The only reason I am here now; is I was here before; if not this would be the last place I will ever go; I come here for the intellectual stimulation but this is the last place I come to emotionally connect to other human beings. In those places I am empirically assessed and documented as having one of the best personalities. Here I am assessed as impossible to understand and insane.

Truly it is fascinating for me as a REAL ANTHROPOLOGIST TO MAKE a case-study of out of such a controlled experiment in terms OF how a CROWD OF SOMEWHAT CONSERVATIVE INTROVERTS will treat a super liberal extraverted person; if given the opportunity. Of course, in real life; most people here would not be able to take my social energy for more than several minutes; my wife is mostly introverted and she has trouble handling my energy. My female dance partners bounce off the dancing hall walls with joy when they are around me just for my super free spirited free exploring type of dancing.

I whip the pants off of guys who are 33 or so years my junior in attracting extraverted women as that is the only type of woman, overall, one will see actually on the dance floor; and in my patriarchal fundamentalist area assessed as the number one locality in extreme of that political red state ideology; in the U.S., even innately leaning liberal dudes have been forced into a prison of conservative ‘stick up the butt’ ways of verbal and non-verbal language in repressing and oppressing social reciprocal communication interaction.

They could learn something from me but culture makes some of them terrified of expressing their emotions; both verbally and non-verbally. And sadly enough, repressing emotions and sensuality is the core of human stress; tension; disease as assessed by science now; as well as an potential earlier grave as assessed by science.

The mind and the body are connected and one will never have optimum happiness without both being balanced. I make a science and art out of living; and as assessed empirically on my blogs I thrive in joy and reason. I am not only a super extravert, I am a super happy person as well; it is rarely I meet anyone who I cannot inspire a smile in; except for the Fundie Christians I meet in the aisles of Super Walmart and so-called tough boy and men rednecks. I can spot them all the way at the other end of the store just by the robotic PLASTIC non-flowing way they move.

African American Males are assessed as having the highest overall self-esteem of all demographics in the United States; and that just proves that overall economic status has little to do with self esteem. And hell yes; typically as a demographic group one can see that in the WAY African Americans walk and express themselves openly in emotional expression. This demographic of folks walk like Lions on the Savannah, dance with soul; and still connect on front porches in ways of loving eyes; not any different than in poor nations of all colors where people mean more than stuff. FACTORS ASSESSED IN THE STUDY ARE SEXUAL PROWESS AND ABILITY TO DEFEND ONESELF IN A REAL PHYSICAL FIGHT. YES, I CAN VOUCH FOR THESE empirical powers of natural evolving human males; as even though I am successfully and monogamously married to a one of the most beautiful women in this Universe (on earth) (empirically proven on my blogs); ever since I start my EXTREME MARTIAL ARTS TRAINING AND male nude art and start attracting gorgeous women by the dozens in my favorite top 100 dance club in the U.S.; and now literally document around 400 ear to ear selfies with them on my blogs; let’s just say I am very comfortable in my own skin; probably in the top 1% of males in the U.S.; as who else is brave enough to do male nude art and share it with 21 year old dance friends; when they are 55; am I the only one; where the strange females think this is socially acceptable; yes, probably so; perhaps in the entire world; per the non-Hollywood demographic I am currently included in; of course; PER MY ‘SLIGHTLY’ OLDER age demographic.

And I am one white boy who can dam sure dance; and one who even gets applause from the most creative of African American and Asian break dancers where I dance 33 or so years their Senior.

Anthropology; it’s what for dinner for me; my entire life; even before I gain my degree; to learn about human is the best education of all to actually thrive and survive happy all the time now in life; A degree in humanity is what many people are lacking today in the real flesh and blood dance of life; and with that said a tribute to my dancing African American Female Partners and much younger African American male peer counter-part competitors for these African American Women dancers who most always inspire me more than the more conservative other cultural motivated dancers who have a slightly less tan color of skin; that while correlated is not prison of being uncomfortable in one’s skin; once one learns the lesson of the movie ‘Frozen’ and finally jusT DOES IT BY:

LETTING ALL THAT REPRESSIVE OPPRESSIVE

verbal and non-verbal Fundie Christian Red-State

CULTURAL CONTROL STUFF GO! TO!

LIBERAL AS HELL..;)

I FOR ONE,

AM NO LONGER

WHITE AND NERDY..;)

Note:

In my DISCUSSION; culture MAKES me an extreme nerdy introvert by the time I arrive on ‘this Internet site’; I am reformed back to my innate, instinctual, intuitive way of moving SUPER EXTRAVERTED human being NOW. Cultural Environment is an incredible manipulator of human nature. And yes, in this way, culture can be deadly in more ways than is superficially visible in external ways of control; by the psychopathic leaning Folks AMONG US; who live to heartlessly subjugate and control OVER loving ways of connecting in living AND LOVING LIFE, PER ALL OTHERS, AND THE REST OF NATURE, AS WELL AKA GOD!..:)

29 Responses to KmF 5236 Runaway Train

Thanks so much for the kind words of appreciation rum blue.. and as you might have noticed the poetry train.. at junction number 1918.. kinda branched out in Neverland PETER PAN TRAIN ways of human acreAge..;)

But alas that is what ADHD TRAINS do.. kinda like if one person is doing all the stuff in a period of a day.. that one sees in the opening Video of ‘Whispers in the Dark’ by Mumford and Sons.. i have A fiery brain… heHE.. and i must dance all the time to keep the flames from getting too high and burning me outa’ here.. as happened before for around 66 months.. but for now it is a CONTROLLED DANCETRAIN FIRE BURN..:)

It’s called letting one’s LIGHT shine and the major difference between introverts and extroverts alike as well as conservatives and liberals is jUST that biblical metaphor of tRUTH..;)

Life is not hard to figure out for those of us who live in flesh and blood on both sides of the REAL Human coIn..

Quote:

“Maybe, but it doesn’t really measure creativity, not like actually using your imagination to fabricate a story of some kind. That’s the true measure of creativity, coming up with something that’s all yours, that you pull out of thin air.”

Well, as always I offer lines of diverse communication here to get responses on both sides of the human coin; and to do that one must often play the role of Devil’s advocate. And for obvious reasons, Devil’s advocates can be much trickier here than for other online audiences in creating and interpreting abstract metaphors. But yes, even in poetry circles THAT can be tricky there as well, as introversion rules in the world of poetry too.

And that is a well known clinical issue associated with Autism; that haha! obviously does not apply in all cases; me as the ‘perfect example in practice’ for that as far as creating and interpreting metaphors as an emotionally extraverted person.

So yes, in my view of life after living on both sides of the coin as both super introvert and super extravert, which truly is what the comic book ‘Superman’ Cartoon is all about; in human chameleon ability as mythological Ninja; I definitely agree that the free verse Poetry I do on my blogs that I have never ever shared here by actual link; and can easily be found with a quick quotes search on “Psalmets of Nature”; is the freest of stream of consciousness creativity assessed in the world of art, in general, in writing by those who analyze the creativity of ART in writing.

And you are welcome to assess that as here everyone is always looking for documented evidence and I am willing to provide that to analytical leaning minds in hopes to bridge an understanding between the social cognition/art/heart/connecting with GOD side of mind with the other side of analytical mind that often rules in Fundie Christian Land too; where St. John’s verse 3:16 becomes GOD instead of the REAL FRIGGING THING.

That portion (The GOD PaRT) of the mind and body in balance is a muscle that must be exercised in practice to get stronger. And as you WELL know and FEEL, I HOPE; I often laud your efforts here time and time again in respect of the fact and FEELING that you do JUST THAT..:)

WELL I DO JUST THAT TOO; but not here; as people have a hard enough time understanding me if I just shorten my sentences or enhance communication in emphasis of emotion with CAPS that work much better than bolding ’cause bolding is just highlighting and emphasis on the emotional essence and fine nuances of written communication must step out of the box of ‘Queen Victoria’s English’ to get to the more Romantic Styles of Language for cultural ways of expression that are emotion oriented instead of concrete labeling MATERIALISTIC STUFF oriented.

And yes, I know for folks who are introverted and do not care to connect to other folks in emotional ways of real life generating positive SOCIAL energy AKA HUMAN LiGHT; this is not for them; and I understand THAT PERFECTLY CLEAR IN PRACTICE, as I too AM once a super Introverted person; also scoring 44 to 45 on the AQ test that scans for Autism; with an INTJ personality like most of the people here; and now scoring 11 on the AQ test on the opposite side of my innate, instinctual, and intuitive non-adulterated cultural version of personality as ENFP..:)

Ha. a trip down memory lane from earlier in the week – adding points as an art. Lol.
You know if you scroll fast enough this looks like the smoke out of the smoke stack
of a train. Anthropology – guess I could say I am in that field as well, bc I am rather fascinated by people and their mannerisms.

OH MY G.. X YOU ARE FAST.. you beat me here.. to comment on my own smoke stack of thoughts!.. and that is a super cool thought.. i never thought of but oh.. my goodness.. that is what my poetry looks like.. a very high smoke stack of stuff..;)

Ah yes.. people are the love of my life too.. and yes.. we folks who love folks are all anthropologists as that is what cognitive empathy is all about PEOPLE! AND HOW THEY TICK
AND
TOCK
AND
RUN ALONG
AND OFF
THE TRACKS
OF
LIFE..;)

Ha! I get to know and feel myself both by writing poetry.. there is more of me here that is explored than i likely ever could concentrate on outside of visually observing my TRAIN of thoughts as they come and go.. and directly on topic of Trains.. the KmF 509 Train of Being has picked up both steam and cargo cars filled with additional poetic expression.. in fact it gets a new number at the latest ending TRACK junction of 5236 and is now stretching 10 times around the mountain of poetics here.. FROM before.. but oh.. the steam engine needs a little R&R.. hmmm.. where has this train seen that R&R before.. looks familiar.. anyway.. will be back later.. Thursdays are always extremely busy dance days and OTHER stuff for me days.. but will most definitely be back to read and comment on all by the end of tomorrow.. GOD willing with me.. of course..:)

Good on you, Zen pal, metaphysical strong man, photographer, grand dancer, & leg-lift champion, yes, hell yes, the Redeux is dazzling, at 13 videos, 8 images, & a staggering 5236 words. How wonderful to find myself, & other dVerse dog poets laced within the whirling poetics! No one, nowhere has your poetic style, verve, passion, & energy. Keep after it, big man, loving Katrina, dancing like a manic Zorba, stroking your cats, & pumping that fucking iron, for the day will come, even for you when the strength will diminish, the testosterone will ebb, & you will only have the poetry & the memories.

Ha! the testosterone never arrives and is still measured at a paltry 221.. seriously by medical test as assessed as that of a 75 year old man or older.. And yes.. perhaps long ago.. that has something to do with me being mistaken for a girl at age 13.. but oh.. life is magic and if i can just keep the poetry.. the memories.. and emotions I feel.. I will never grow old in spirit.. as i already live without the most important ingredient of life that is the source of all strength and youth in spirit.. and that is Love my friend.. the GIFT OF LIFE..:)

And truly everything i do both literally and metaphorically can be attributed to that real positive force of Nature that is empirically assessed in my human nature.. considering the low testosterone of moving literal mountains.. as when I lose my emotions at age 47.. my 94 year old Aunt Jettie.. all 4 feet and 9 inches of her crippled body outshines my still weak feeling legs that retain their ability to leg press 500 LBS then.. feeling so weak without emotions gone that she can out talk me for hours.. she barely able to make her way in socks and walker to the other side of the room… and me without a word.. to come next.. in breathless way of being in cold stone heart.. waiting for hell of spirit to leave me then..

The lesson of a lifetime then.. is.. i already lose it all.. and as long as I have a heart.. soul.. and spirit.. the rest of it is just icing on the cake.. and yes.. I am enjoying that frosting while it lasts.. as even Jack LaLanne eventually dies at age 96.. and OMG Bruce Lee at 32.. we are all on borrowed time.. but without worry every second now as is.. can be an eternity of heaven now.. the other place lasts forever too.. and death can be a pleasure.. compared to NOW.. as death in life lasting forever as hell for now.. where spirit of the older person who still retains a loving one.. remains a loving STRONG AND KIND Soul… ALIVE!..:)

Like you my friend.. who I never consider an age..

but kind and loving
courageous
SPIRIT..:)

ONE TIME SOMEONE ASKS ME WHO IS YOUR PEER GROUP

AND I SAY WHAT.. AND THEN I THINK TO MYSELF

IS SEEING ALL OF HUMANITY AS YOUR PEER

GROUP REALLY A FUNCTIONAL DISABILITY

OF AUTISM.. AND THEN I SAY

NO.. HELL NO.. THAT IS

JUST A PERSON

BORN

AS

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

LIKE MY AUNT IS BORN WITH

AND MY SON.. WHOSE ANNIVERSARY

OF DEATH I HONOR FOR TOMORROW ON

THE 24TH.. AS WELL AS MY AUNT JETTIE’S DEATH

A FEW YEARS AGO.. WHO PROVIDES ME THE MEANING

OF LIFE ALREADY.. THERE IS NO RANDOMNESS IN LIFE..

IT IS ALL MEANINGFUL AND

PURPOSEFUL FOR THOSE OF US

WHO DANCE AND SING IN LYRICAL

EYES OF GOD AS ONE FORCE

OF NATURE US..:)

THE SHINING LAMP
OF LOVE REFUSES TO
BE PUT OUT AND WITH THAT
SAID.. HERE IS LADY GAGA BORN
THAT WAY IS HOW WE TRAIN ALIVE..:)

My light IS turned off THEN and truly every human that experiences this darkness in life
MUST STRIVE AND DO WHATEVER THEY CAN TO SPARK ANY KIND OF SPARK
THEY CAN FOR ANOTHER PERSON LIVING IN HELL OF NO EMOTIONS.. AND TRULY THE FIRST SONG UP THERE THAT I SHARE NAMED ‘A DAY IN THE LIFE’.. SAYS IT ALL WITH A GRAND NOTE OF E-MAJOR.. “I’D LOVE TO TURN YOU ON”!

AND I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES..
COME HELL OR HELL AGAIN

TO DO THAT MY FRIEND..

AS I FEEL THE DEATH
OF THE DARK NIGHT OF THE
SOUL.. AND I FEEL THE SPARKS
THAT TAKE ME AWAY FROM IT AS WELL

AND THAT IS WHY I SHARE
MY FRIEND.. KNOWING
THAT ONE DAY..
GOD WILLS SOMEONE
HERE TO SHARE THAT
WITH ME.. ALIVE
OR DEAD
IN FLESH
IT IS MY
MEANING
MY PURPOSE
IN LIFE TO
TURN
FOLKS
ON
!iI..:)

THANKS so much lupitatucker for that extremely kind and generous comment of appreciation.. and being borderline genius or assessed as such.. is certainly better
than being borderline alive.. that is not a good place of spirit.. soul.. and heart to be my friend.. but an incredible motivation to see and share light after visiting the dark place of the human soul..AND escaping INTO LIGHT!..:)

Ah.. thanks for coming by Sanaa Risvi.. all of life is a fantasy come true for me.. to even be breathing here now.. so with that said.. i’ve been meaning to link this video somewhere and THIS seems now to BE a place that just might be good for THAT!..:)

Ha! yes.. the steam engine is in the shop for a little while.. but it will be back all aboard the tracks of poetry soon.. or maybe tomorrow.. over 40K words for me so far this week.. a little R&R for now.. is the smart thing to do.. to recharge this locomotive’s steam of words.. and Rave Dance is always the ALL NATURAL pill.. that is incredibly regenerating from head to toe.. not unlike our ancestors of old ages and young ages dancing as one tribe around the fire of GOD.. nothing’s changed really except for parameters away from touching GOD.. is my cultural lesson in this lifetime for sure… sometimes the best lessons are already well beforE IN innate instinct and intuition just waiting to be remembered and practiced again for AND AS Loving Life in style of Living it fuller for greater human potentials.. all around.. inside out.. as the fires below support the ones above..:)

Hi.. thanks Alex for stopping by.. and i kinda paraphrased that from the old classic movie.. ‘THE TEN COMMANDMENTS’.. when the pharaoh.. was giving out ‘his’ commandments.. smiles.. i stand on the shoulders of giants.. as small as a grain of sand.. and smaller.. and as large as the sky above.. and greater.. and someone probably says that too.. and those are my shoulders too.. okay.. now i’m getting into original land.. smiles.. and hope your nows are going better than ever..:)

Yeah.. sometimes i’m like the Nautilus that works steadily all hours of the day.. and wakes up bright eyed and slimy tailed.. and with a surprised look like Steve Erkel says ‘DID I DO THAT’.. WOW THAT’S A reAlly KOOL SHELL..;)

My philosophy is.. just keep walking.. look back and enjoy the moment.. for a moment.. but just keep walking.. one step forward at a time.. and know NOW you made your mark… and a difference in the world.. when the shell is finished.. for others to enjoy.. resting easy on the shores of eternity.. for NOW..:)

When the shells we make.. are the shells for others.. the life we live can be bliss.. when we spend it creating.. instead of waiting.. or following the pattern of someone else’s shell.. oh the world.. will be such a beautiful place.. if we all create shells rather than than just follow the patterns of before.. the tapestry is in the flow.. and when all is said and done the pattern is the meaning and purpose of life.. as SHELL.. as tRuly Well of Life as Living Water.. Earth.. Wind.. and Fiery Passion that makes a heArt.. a spiRit.. a soUlWHOLE..:)

Thanks Rosross.. for the nice words of encouragement..
and may yoUr SHELL be the most beautiful of always NOW..:)

OH.. goodness 1:25 AM in the wee hours of Saturday morning.. and i do not meet
my objective of already reading and commenting on all of dVerse Poet’s PUB Open Link.. sharing stuff from Thursday at 2 p.m… but as what often happens with Runaway trains.. particularly this KmF 11 million word train or so.. since November 26, 2010.. i take the other track.. as indicated in the last few photos of this blog post.. and in fact it is Interstate and not TrAcT.. but anyway i spend.. about two days at an interesting way station that is decorated different each day.. but provides much needed inspiration of cargo in words.. and the Run Away KmF Train ends up incorporating the comments here.. and the comments tHere.. into two more blog posts.. before attempting to return back to dVerse Land Now.. and after only several hours of sleep between Rave Dancing and that.. i will be back after some much needed sleep.. smiles.. for whomever will ever read this.. if anyone but me.. but anyway.. a laugh is worth some words.. any now of now..:)

You pack so much into each piece you contribute. They sit with me for quite some time, and I frequently revisit as a new line of thought pops into my head in regard to a phrase or stanza. The verve in your work is inspiring!

Oh.. to make language organic.. mine is dead for so many years.. an abstract of science.. technical facts.. oh so boring.. never a word of Love to describe in emotions on even a birthday card for wife or girlfriend.. just Love just Love.. but Love is more than a four letter word and when Love is only a four letter word truly Love is a four letter word as I understand the Universal expanse of feeling that Love entails now.. as Unconditional Tough and Passionate yes.. full of verve as scribe.. as well as feeling.. in well being..

And what i find now is this Love IS SO MUCH MORE reflecting deeper than what we as humans are in words.. in fact AND FEELING our minds evolving as mini Universes as the Universe unto itself.. reflecting in the deeper recesses of our eyes.. as the deepest oceans and greatest distance of space.. lives within us as evolving just waiting to be tapped if we can escape our cultures and go deeper as us…

Oh what is forgotten is what truly does evolve from origin of ALL THAT IS.. and when i tap that it is neither planned or orchestrated is just is just is truly justice as life living fully now.. expanding awareness and allowing the heart and soul to speak as spirit.. and when all we humans connect like this in freedom who knows where the synergy of that will take us in verve of CONNECTING NOWS.. ONE NOW SINGING A MUCH DEEPER REALITY NOW.. together and this hive of online.. of blogs of focus in making language aesthetic in creative flow.. are the hands of words that one day.. will perhaps help make this world one humanity of race..

One tribe of Love to conquer strife with the Universal human Universe of Love.. reflecting what so many people describe as GOD in our eyes.. hands and words as scribe of GOD.. my friend.. yes.. we are the ‘BOOK OF ELI’.. NOT UNLIKE that movie.. striving to share our truths with others.. to more fully connect and just be what we are ‘moreL’ deeply gifted as HUMAN..

Biggest Smiles.. and thanks so much for the visits and revisits.. and truly my friend.. with the words that flow through my fingers.. i must go back and revisit as well.. as when i write them.. i am rarely thinking.. i am just flowing.. like a river from and to in streams to a much greater ocean of us.. my friend..:)

Ah.. glimpses of this place of reality.. in sparks of moments through decades of life.. perhaps counted on fingers.. during those nows.. but now the majority of these nows for ‘i’ now.. and i try to find the formulas and words to help other folks get tHere.. but i feel the truth is different for everyone in how they arrive and stay there.. enlightening.. awakening.. the metaphors for this vary from culture to culture to religion to religion but yes.. the essence is a Universal Human Experience.. and when Socrates says he knows nothing he is correct as he cannot put what he feels the truth is in words.. as the truth is in essence.. the greater light that lives within.. when God or whatever word one uses for the essence of that winks at us.. and shows us what heaven FEELS LIKE now.. it’s a real place.. i live there.. and the first step is to escape the illusion of culture.. sometimes as you relate it is a gift.. a dive off a plane.. or a scent connecting to an essence of feeling/senses.. in nuance not experienced before.. all these are connecting in the greater essence of how we experience life in senses and emotions connecting all through our body in mind and body balance in greater awareness of the present of now.. i intuit other mammals experience these feelings/senses whenever they are in balance away from the fight or flight for survival as prey and predator.. their greatest advantage is the lack of written language.. collective intelligence.. and complex cultures/religions.. in short they ARE FREE.. I WISH YOU THAT FREEDOM FRIEND ALWAYS NOW.. AND truly when one arrives always now.. they find the Universal gift.. the Nirvana.. the Bliss.. the Heaven.. the relative human free will in true mind and body biofeedback control beyond words in emotions/senses to simply master life now.. as our cousin mammals do all the time now.. without the eye of needle that we whales cannot easily pass through named culture/religion.. And yes.. i will stop now.. before this becomes a novelette on your blog page.. as another one of my 24K word/photo stream of conscious blog posts.. my friend.. and that is where heaven now can take one.. as i document as i go.. in life of feelings.. senses.. and a scribe of that in flow.. as you JUST GO AND DO now.. JUST DO IT.. IS MORE THAN A SPORTS LOGO.. it is the ultimate truth of life.. from sky diving to smelling something unique.. it is staying as the ultimate gift of life the PRESENT AS FULLY EXPERIENCING LIFE IN MIND AND BODY BALANCE AWARENESS.. more simply put and common as Mindful Awareness MA in balance with Mother Nature AKA God..:)

P.S.

Thanks for the inspiration.. with smiles..:)

And oh goodness.. quick note.. i forget or perhaps remember for the first time to mention.. as in A way you inspire it.. ‘Confession of Muse’ is number 11.. ‘Some Muse’ is number 12.. and coming is ‘Never Land of Now’.. the ‘Sacred’ that is challenging to address in words.. that will be A ‘Holy’ number 13.. all symbols for pArt of the essence of All THAT IS..:)

Ah.. the Simple yet Living
Truth.. Crown IS in
heArt.. IS in soUl..
IS expressed as
A spiRit that
tRuly freEr
poeTry
CAN DO..
thrOne
IS A SOUL
Fuller
Living
Balancing
those two..
heArt.. spiRit as tHree..
ONE soUl.. my friend..:)

Oh the frames of life.. do bind do restrict..
freedom of life.. oh the perspectives
of canvas and colored arm
pit hair.. are
limitless in hues of
infinity of arm pit
hair and
PAINT..
who knew the meaning of life
is in colored arm pit hair..
THAT CAN seriously
be my
bible..
a hare
of a novel aesthetic
brush.. my friend.. in PAINT..:)

Meals of Soul..
sweeping away…
Eyes of abuse..
dimming
Light
reflecting
bruising
Eyes of
Giver
and Receiver
of Death in Life..:(

Ah.. feels like home again..
a familiar place for dam sure..;)
and when I go to the Mall
with my Smart phone..
i shop for poetry with
Photos..
my friend..
and when i wear
my Shoes
i
JUST DO IT
IN
DANCE..
as an
ATHLETIC
AESTHETE
FREE FROM
the bounds
of poetry
too..
YES MY
FEET ARE
REGISTERED
WITH LAW ENFORCEMENT
AS BOTH DEADLY AND LOVE
in courage of passionate
unconditional
way of
THAT
TOUGH
LOVING
STUFF!..:)

P.S.
took me while to
get to A smiley face..;)

Yes.. A Ultimate Truth..
TAO IS ONE
and an Infinity
of GODsNOW
WitH
forevermore
nowsMiLE..:)

Of Dogs and Women
of Jesus and Stallions
all do bleed
all do live..
some
wild
and
some
crucified..
i will to Just Ride..
and yes.. women are
my favorite too.. they
are my Jesus aSwell..
yes.. particularly
my wife..

I RIDE..
The wife does
not Ride and
that is okay too..
she loves Jesus
and i love
Jesus too..
what’s left
of
him
any
way..:)

Hi Glenn..
this runaway
train is
tired..
but
still
riding
writing..;)

Will to survive.. snake brain..
core to existence.. a
savior even
when Hope
leaves
home..
my greaTest
gift.. the reptile
of my soul..
SURVIVAL..:)

The greaTest truth
that Jesus ever speaks
is God that lives within is
the only Truth..
Unfortunately
the greatest mistruth of A Bible
anywhere in any Universe NOW
is promoting A CREATURE to
GOD as ALL alone..
as only A
CREATURE..
whether
that be
a so-
called
last
prophet
named
Muhammad
or an only son
renamed
and called
as such
as
Jesus..
never wanting THAT..
but those who choose
to make him tHeir
Quarterback instead
of GOD do.. and yes
this is not just opinion
but scholarly researched
essence of Truth as well..
Until that mistake is erased
from the world
Jesus will
never
sleep
in peace…
yes.. i am
defending the
honor and respect
of the son of MAN Jesus
who states clearly
as reported in
‘that’ revised
book..

many will come
to do much
greater
than
a grain
of sand
that is the
greaTEST
OF ALL
AS THE
MEEK WILL
INHERIT THE
EARTH
AS
GROUND..:)

Ah.. country music
so emotional so sad..
and so much a reflection of
a segment of culture separated
from emotion through patriarchal
tradition where boys do not cry..
or smile.. with stoic feet and
stiff walking as well.. i never
like country music of old..
as my law enforcement
patriarchal dad leaves early…
and my mother allows me to smile freely..
the bully boys in middle school attempting to
take that away.. then stoic work in military federal
service life.. does the same.. but i am still smiling..
again at least.. and some of the newer country music is cool
and also reflective of an evolving culture where so-called
‘red necks’ listen to rap and yes.. i am part redneck too
and yes.. there is value in living close to the earth..
even for those who never learn to cry a tear or
crack a smile.. anyway.. smiles
and thanks for the words
of inspiration.. friend…:)

True beauty of all the modern conveniences of modern
cultures and technology to me IS.. an outcast.. who
strays from the cultural norm.. can still live in
subsistence no matter if they are
accepted by the larger tribe or
not.. and finAlly the hive
of online communication..
ironically started by many
outcasts of those seen
as strange.. insane.. weird
or whatever.. makes a
place for a semblance
of the greaTEST
NEED OF
HUMAN
NATURE
TO
CONNECT..
smiles my
friend..:)

Lovely.. the atmosphere of Winter
i love the most.. is the
air is so
crisp
just to
breathe in Life..:)

Oh.. the sweetest memories make for the hardest exits..
but the sweeTEST IS still real.. now..
as long as we keep
entering
life as Free..
wHere emotions
Flow..:)

Ah.. for thousands of years.. all are Johnny Apple
Seeds more or less.. huddled much smaller
masses.. dancing naked with campfire
moonlit nights.. oh the homeless
people may not have
much.. but
they often
do connect
in real
malls
under bridges
of human being..:)

So sad.. that school and home.. so often does not
teach about human heart of emotion.. expressing
heart with spirit.. and soul.. that lives or dies with
or without a positive or negative expression
of spirit.. it’s a real dilemma when
we graduate without
the greater feeling
of wHere
soul
can go..
a heart and spirit
class can go a long
way..
from the
reach
of
social
abuse..
there is no substitute
for Love and Nurturing
during the first few
years of life.. or
at times escape
from bullying
growing up..
to understand
the human
soul..
can be
to thrive
and survive
for those
who
grow
a
positive
heart
expres
sing
spirit..
as
human
soul..
AKA
BEING..:)

Sleepless 40 days.. nails driving
through a head.. metal mirrors..
thick windows.. below are
roofs.. will dampening
a need to jump..
before it is too
late to escape..
oh the stories
of living death
where
dreams
of so-called
schizophrenics
are the dreams
one wants..
no place
like
the
Death
of Soul..:(

And oh.. by the
way.. nice to
meet you..
i am the
happiest
dude in
the world
and i
can prove
it now..
with
smiles..
and enough
positive energy
to blow the frigging roof
off in loving and living life..
Oh..
the lessons
the dark
night
of the
soul
DO TEACH..
IN FEARLESS WAYS
OF SHARING AS WELL..:)

Unity an exercise in human heart..
where we dance together
for common purpose
expressing spirit
in lights of
unifying soul..
the purpose must
be one.. to bind the
tribal instinct together
as one.. so what will be the
purpose.. the only Universe
of purpose i feel is dance.. even
many people with challenges in life..
can still wave their arms in air of loving
US..
i am the
change i
wanna BE..
i AM DANCE..:)

P.S. YOUR POSITIVE
ENERGY IS INSPIRING..:)

A dark night.. eyes no longer
tolerating light.. street
lights as bright
as sun..
through shades
of eyes.. in body
grown cold with
tattered jacket..
in mid-July..
yet i will
escape
this darker
room to
walk.. where is
truth.. who am i..
all alone.. no connection
is there.. but yes.. a spark
after 5 years or so comes..
a tear it is.. and that
one tear
is now
an ocean
of me.. where
now hope lives
with no search..
there are steps
still
waiting
to walk..
and now
for
me as
Dance..:)

Pure of Love.. Green of earth.. marriage
of life.. in soil of souls.. wHere eyes of Light
meet ground of earth.. as we measure
life in grains..
of spirit..
dusting
Nature’s
heArts flight..:)

An infinite story of
emotions.. lips
can bring..
some
alive..
some
never living..
dead lips
in life now..
saddest
lips of
all…

There are some dark wings
of clouds that sing
waves of
pain..
that only
those feel
who see
those clouds..
where imagination
and memories are
the only
way out..
and your
words
bring
back
memories
of black hole clouds
as they do exist in places…

Yes.. to see human as truly rainbow..
instead of separation of
hues of color
and shades
of black
and white..
is one tribe of
love.. but the first
step is feeling.. touching
and loving.. from born on..
loving nurturing hands are
a first step to Rainbow Life..:)

The roots of death spring forth life..
in darkest forests.. of fire
burnt life.. and Hurricanes
do the same.. an ageless
oak tumbles to ground..
but from stump comes
a tree of life
never seen
before..
i never
trim it
or pull up
life surrounding..
and now it sings
life.. like no
other tree
unique
it
is..:)

Sailing seas of freedom’s mind..
waves of life flowing..
eyes.. ears.. arms..
legs.. hips..
feet.. towing
a dream of
life.. shores
of us
live so
bright
wHere
rest of
dreams
sea breaks
life’s Sun..:)

Life’s not fair… for now..
and one of the greaTest
disadvantages of life
is real disabilities in
math.. some folks
do numbers.. some
do not.. i
can’t remember
the last time i
pay taxes at
the end of the
year.. but
i do
numbers..
smiles.. and
i also do
friend’s
taxes just
for fun.. but
i love numbers..
the ‘tax man’
never
scares
me
EVER..
with
smiles..:)

OH GOODNESS.. almost
forget the punch
line.. AND
neither does
death as
i already
do that in life..
TAX AND DEATH
FREE AM
i.. at
least for now
with biggest
smiles!..:)

To
experience
ALL of
the dance of
life is to
LIVE..:)

FEELING Truth in
Nature is never
knowing
lying
life..:)

A finger upon a key.. ivory and ebony waiting
for a tune.. bing bong bing bong..
nothing comes..
four decades pass
and the flow
finAlly lives..
composition
comes.. oh
the grace
of
creaTiViTy..
the gift
that
comes
and goes..
i treaSure
IT NOW for
All THAT IS..:)

So separated.. so lost in college.. but there is
a friend.. that i too.. with tool
of human
completes
me as
human too..
my piano.. the
seat of my
friendless
life of emotions
then.. a tool
of heArt
wHere
emotions
and friends
now sing with
me.. i no longer
play.. the keys
are now in
dancing
feet..
wITh
words
then
and
now
of LOVE..:)

Letters.. of meaning i send.. i delight
in light of that.. not often
receiving… but
always
Loving
Light..:)

Oh.. the greatest comfort of travel
for me.. is comfortable
in my skin..
for years
afraid
to move
outside of
boundaries..
Now no trip
i fear..
i live
A LIFE
i TRAVEL..:)

And now the end
of comments including
mine to me for 33..
4 hours of sitting
still laser focus
of heart with
little mind..
expressing
spirit
of soul
so deep
within..
an exer
cise
of
heArt..
of soul
expressing
spirit this
is.. i live in
another dimension
of me for 4 hours
of growing this heart..
this spirit.. this SOUL
TO EVEN GREATER HEIGHTS
OF JONATHAN LIVINGSTON
ME.. GROWING
WIDER WHITER
WINGS OF LOVE..:)

Oh.. rum blue.. so nice to see you again.. at 1:33 a.m.. i comment
i am spending some time as train at a way station of sorts
picking up some cargo of words in brand new
posts on that bigger train post..
starting my ride through
dVerse open-link
day.. yes two
days late..
finishing
33 micro
expressions
of ‘AESTHETIC’
STUFF’IN FOUR
HOURS.. EVEN
MORE FUN THAN
MY WORK-OUT LAST
NIGHT AT MILITARY GYM!..
POETRY IS FUN.. WHO CARES
IF ANYONE VISITS ME.. BUT YOU
HEHE!…;) I AM A TRAVELING HOBO
WHO NEEDS NO HOME.. AND DAM
I LOVE THIS SONG.. GOTTA HEAR
IT ONE MORE TIME.. BEFORE
I DAM SURE SAY GOOD
BYE TO SITTING
STILL BEFORE
I SCREAM
AT THIS
SCREEN..
TRAIN!
TRAIN!
BABY!
LIFE
IS
FUN!
DON’T
KNOW
ABOUT
GOOD
BUT IT
DAM SURE
FEELS FUN!
AND NOW I’M
GONNA DANCE
THE REST
OF THIS
WEEK
END
NOW!

LOVE YA MAN..
I MEAN WOMAN..
OR WHATEVER..
AND SEE YA
LATER ON
dVERSE
T&T’S
Trails
&
Tracks!..:)

Thanks C.C.. managing to support each other in literal Hell.. in my half a decade of physical incapacitating illness.. has gained us one incredible marriage of strength and trust.. as you might guess.. as i don’t hide much in life.. now.. and i suppose that is why she trusts me as i keep no secrets.. obviously.. and it’s funny.. as she meets some of my 20 something year old dancing female friends.. and she tells them he’s like Disney World.. fun to visit.. but a real challenge to attempt to live there.. and i agree with her.. and part of the reason I spend so much time online is that my positive energy is overwhelming to her.. and i have sympathy for that.. as there is a time when a cricket has more energy in singing that i can tolerate.. and now.. i dance solo in front of hundreds and on special occasions thousands of people like a feather drifting in the sky.. and yes.. for most people that will be more terrifying than public speaking.. as all eyes are on every part of ‘you’.. there is no hiding behind a podium with dance… smiles.. and no of margin for error to please a crowd.. all free as muse of positive energy..:)

People ask me all the
time ‘what’ I am on..
and I tell them
nothing
but
me..
to generate that much
energy in hours and
hours of dance
with no
breaks
at
all..:)

Anyway.. Saint Katrina
is nice fitting that title well..

Even my Catholic Priest seems
to agree in his interaction with her…
but i think he has a link to my website..
as many of my ‘old friends’ do
who are just waiting
to see the
train wreck..
but it’s already
happened for those
5 years.. and the fact
is i survive and continue to
thrive against all odds of others..
but
me
and
GOD..:)

Yes, I can see how all of this would gain you one incredible marriage of trust and support…..such immense support and understanding must be required for a lifetime of commitment like this. I was married for 20 years and know how much work goes into maintaining it even at the best of times, so can only imagine. And you are right….dancing solo in front of hundreds of people would be worse than public speaking for a lot of people, but you don’t have to be like a lot of people….you can dance to the beat of your own drummer, which it sounds like you do!! Peace. Wishing you continued success and joy 🙂